In London I boarded a plane to Barcelona in Spain
I thought it would make a change
From holidays down in Blackpool or Grange
I couldn't believe my eyes
and still I'm wondering why
That the Costa del Sol is always so full
It makes you wanna cry.
I got the rockin' pneumonia dancing in a Spanish Discotheque
I got the shivers and shakes and so my body
Was feeling like a total wreck
It took a sweet latin senorita
To get the sweat running down my neck
It got the rockin' pneumonia dancing in a Spanish Discotheque.
The mornings I sat on the beach
Cuba Libre within easy reach
And then by later afternoon I was as high as a kite on the mo
Then siesta time in bed
gave me time to clear my head
And then I took a chance and went out to dance
And now I'm almost dead.
I got the rockin' pneumonia dancing in a Spanish Discotheque